The Sunspire [m] carved teeth

No answer.

His features turned grim. It wasn't like his brother--but perhaps he was... busy... at the moment.

The idea aroused something akin to jealousy in the swarthy man--something he disliked greatly when it came to his littermate.

Viinturuth's time for fatherhood should have come. Akavir could play the role of doting uncle. And he could do so well.

And did the eyes of other women not haunt him? Silvertongue? Eset?

But why, now, even with her scent from him, was it Muskrat and her fiestiness that flooded his mind?

To envision dark pups, suckling against, softened in motherhood and yet wildly fierce as a warrior still?

Could either be tamed to one another?

A chuff escaped him. The silence stretched--and then the only drawn conclusion of such... his brother was otherwise occupied with the flame and he shook his head--idle steps taken once more to continue to trail after the goat that had likely now long gone from his reach.